Qiao Chengxun's eyes, clear as ice, showed a hint of helplessness as he sighed lightly, "Grandfather, I'll be very busy tomorrow during the day, and there's a banquet in the evening. I'll take her with me."
"You little brat!" The old master Qiao was again angered by him and scolded, "Look at the tone you're taking. You don't apologize to Meimei even though you've worn her out to the point of bleeding. And when asked to accompany her to an appointment, you're begrudgingly agreeing. Are you even a man?"
Qiao Chengxun was really scared of his grandfather's nagging abilities and conceded a mile back, "Tomorrow morning, after I finish my work, I'll take her shopping first, then we'll go to the banquet together, willingly."
"Hmph, that's more like it. You'd better keep your word, boy. If Meimei isn't happy tomorrow, I, your grandfather, will skin you!"
Having said his piece with a slight threat, the old master Qiao then hung up the phone.